Monday, December 14, 2015
Hopes for Always
I'm slicing with the Two Writing Teachers community today. It's always good to read what everyone shares. Thank you Stacey, Tara, Anna, Betsy, Dana, Kathleen, Beth, and Deb
Whatever faith you follow, there are hundreds of quotes that fit this time of year. Charles Dickens' words most touch me in the winter, here at Christmas time, but his words are universal in their meaning. Yesterday was the anniversary of the Sandy Hook tragedy. I continue to be alarmed that we are doing lockdowns with young children, and wonder what that does to them? Does it make them feel safe? Or does it make them more scared? I hope that we can all work together in the coming months to make change so that these tragedies stop.
If you don't know it, Patricia McLachlan and Steven Kellogg created a beautiful picture book in memorial to those who died that day. It is titled Snowflakes Fall. Kellogg lived in Sandy Hook and raised his children there.
Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
Charles Dickens
If this is your final week before winter break, I hope it's started well, and fills up with good things all week long, until you are on vacation!
Sunday, December 13, 2015
It's Monday - Lovely Books This Week
Visit Jen at Teach MentorTexts and Kellee and Ricki at UnleashingReaders to see what they've been reading, along with everyone else who link up. Sheila at Book Journeys began this sharing, and it's now hosted by Kathryn at The Book Date..
The Turtle of Oman, a novel - Naomi Shihab Nye, illustrated
by Betsy Peterschmidt
I
can see why others might speak of this story as a little slow. There is a build
up to the end, but really no exciting crisis requiring action, except in the
hearts of the boy, Aref and his grandfather, Sidi. Aref lives in Muscat, Oman,
on the edge of the Arabian Peninsula and is moving to Michigan in the United
States with his parents who will be spending the next three years studying for
their doctorates. And Aref, about ten, has to leave his home, his room, his
cat, Mish-Mish (meaning ‘apricot’), his school, his city. He doesn’t want to.
The biggest thing of course that he will miss is his grandfather.
The
book shows the days before departure as Aref and Sidi spend time together on
little adventures, like driving out into the desert to the Night of a Thousand
Stars camp, and visiting the beach where sea turtles lay their eggs. Nye sets
the tone of learning with Aref explaining that the goal in their family is to
learn something new every day, and woven in between the other experiences, the
book shows handwritten notes of what was learned that day, like about turtles,
Martin Luther King, and possible birds to see on their camping trip. A second
thread holding the story is that within each time together, Sidi finds one
special rock, explaining why it will help him remember that time. The culture is woven into the story also as
Aref says his goodbyes to the traditions in his city, like the calls to prayer.
It’s
a nostalgic time of goodbye, with Aref resisting filling his “one” suitcase no
matter how many times his mother asks, and with Sidi breaking down only once,
on their final night together. The book might be challenging for young children
to enjoy if they are looking for great adventure. Yet for some who have moved
and had to say goodbye to a beloved home, this might be a good one. And it will
also please adults who’ve had to say goodbye to a beloved grandchild who moved
away, as I have. Naomi Nye’s writing is
pure poetry, no surprise. There is a wonderful passage about home that I will
share a little part: “What makes a home, a home?” and “Or maybe it was how the
beach air smelled--salty and sweet in whirls. You didn’t have to do anything to
feel comfortable here. You just walked inside, took a long breath and thought--Yes. Sure. Here I am.”
Little Tree - written and illustrated by Loren
Long
Loren Long’s simple illustrations as the seasons move from summer to
fall to winter, and on to spring, and Little Tree hangs on to his leaves. One
can imagine some child hanging on to childhood, from young to older. I’d love
to have read this to my middle school aged students, wondering if some would
admit they would still love to hang on to their toys just a bit longer. Or for
the younger children, imagining a tree not understanding that trees might just want to keep those leaves,
connecting to the feelings of some kind of loss. It’s a simple and beautiful
story.
Friday, December 11, 2015
Celebrating In A New Way
Many celebrate each Saturday or Sunday with Ruth Ayres at Discover Play Build and the rest of the wonderful community that celebrates together.
From a poet friend's idea, based on Wallace Stevens' 13 Ways of Looking At A Blackbird.
Thirteen Ways of Looking At A Week
1) Within the teaching
and the students,
joy came with discoveries.
2) Decorating the tree
lights happy memories,
old and new.
3) A former student
asked me for some new
book titles.
4) Imi came to visit.
We read Christmas books,
and laughed at a snowy, hairy bear.
5) Warm weather
invited me out to walk
every day.
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Praising Play - Poetry Friday
Tara Smith hosts us today at A Teaching Life. And she's helping us to end our week so wonderfully with a poem of Mary Oliver's. Thanks Tara!
Among all the gloomy news and escalating conflicts, I've been reading too about the importance of play for children. There are also articles urging "play" for adults. All of us will benefit when we take time to explore, have fun, be outdoors in nature and laugh!
One article from The Washington Post is found here about children's play. And another story is found here from NPR concerning adult play.
Among all the gloomy news and escalating conflicts, I've been reading too about the importance of play for children. There are also articles urging "play" for adults. All of us will benefit when we take time to explore, have fun, be outdoors in nature and laugh!
One article from The Washington Post is found here about children's play. And another story is found here from NPR concerning adult play.
Ready, Set, Go!
It's a “Mother,
may I”,
seesaw
day.
Cartwheeling,
jumps,
swing
and
sway,
four
square, kickball
hopscotch
PLAY!
Linda
Baie © All Rights Reserved
photo credit: Children dancing in circle bronze statue via photopin (license)
photo credit: Children dancing in circle bronze statue via photopin (license)
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Non-Fiction Creativity
Come read to discover everyone's recent non-fiction picture books.
Tweet - #NFPB15
In both the fever book and the Louis Fuertes bio, both have a firm setting at Cornell University and not too far apart in years either. So interesting. Within these books: birds and engineers, creative scientists and actions of birds.
In both the fever book and the Louis Fuertes bio, both have a firm setting at Cornell University and not too far apart in years either. So interesting. Within these books: birds and engineers, creative scientists and actions of birds.
Fatal Fever:
Tracking Down Typhoid Mary
- Gail Jarrow
It all started, at least this story, in Ithaca, New York, where eventually
one in ten citizens and Cornell University students were struck by typhoid
fever. Many died, and if it wasn’t for George Soper, a sanitary engineer who
managed the recovery of Galveston, Texas after that terrible hurricane that
destroyed that city, it might not have slowed as much as it did, eventually. I
learned so much in this story of the search and eventual discovery of Typhoid Mary, real name Mary Mallon. In the early 1900’s, people in our
country were badly in need of sanitation education. The sewage was draining
into the waterways, outhouses were built at the edges of those same waterways,
no one cleaned up the garbage. I imagine all of us have read of these times
before. The awful statistics: a third of slum children never lived to age five.
Each week in the summer, 1,500 of the city’s babies died, many from dysentery
caused by drinking contaminated milk and water. Another name who fought for
change was a young woman doctor, hired as a health inspector by the city of New
York, Josephine Baker.
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